Of The Twilight Hours

Sequel to 'Midnight is Meant to Be'

Disclaimer: I own none of Marvel/Stan Lee's creations, only the scenario and original characters in this story.

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"Mary Jane!" Peter exclaimed, shocked by not only her sudden appearance but her stunning appearance, beauty fell short of what his eyes feasted upon.

Aunt May looked between the two, Peter looked suitable surprised, and was unabashedly staring at her, reciprocated with a blush by Mary Jane. She knew that this talk was long over due, and was glad that Peter's other girl wasn't here, she had never met this Felicia, but it didn't matter, to May Peter only had one destiny, and she was stood at the foot of his bed with cheeks as red as her vibrant hair. She would have to depart because she knew they had things that they had to say which couldn't be said with her here.

"I'll go and find some cream for those coffees" Aunt May trailed off as she left the bedside, Peter hardly noticed her speak until she physically moved away from him, but even then he was lost for words. As Peter's aunt disappeared through the ward door Peter tried to think of something to say. The last time he had seen MJ properly was that night he found out about John, going on 9 months ago, and they had left on very bad terms. He had missed her, more than he should have for someone who was already taken, but it was true. Seeing her again without being prepared wasn't how he had intended to try and patch their friendship up, if he ever really intended on doing it at all. Despite the fact he was still bitter, he knew that he was smirking a little, it felt weird, as if he should still be angry, as if her blushing wasn't meant to make his heart race like it was. Nothing ever happened like it was supposed to though.

Stood before him she was adorned in a tight white tank top and jeans, her stomach toned, bust as amble as ever, those jeans sure were tight… damn it, stop thinking like that, no wonder she's blushing. Peter was more than aware that she could still steal his breath, as well as other things with only a look, and considering he was meant to hate this girl, it was slightly disconcerting to know he was still as crazy about her as he was when he first saw her.

"How are you doing Pete?" She broke the silence between them with a weak smile, it was all she could muster.

Peter was stood in front of her, Aunt May had taken a polite exit and now that he was in front of her Mary Jane's 'get what you want' self-revolution had suddenly become a lot more real, and a lot scarier. What if he was still mad? He might tell me to get out before I get chance to talk to him, please god let him listen, I couldn't stand him throwing me out right now, he's the only ideal I have left. The agonising hours were in reality seconds waiting for him to say something, to move, anything except this painful silence.

"I'll live" He said, she noted, in a very neutral tone. Mary Jane was having a hard time reading him, but at least neutral wasn't telling her to leave, it was a starting point. Peter patted on the bed next to where he was sat, and Mary Jane looked at him slowly, trying to factor in every possibility.

"Those coffees aren't going to drink themselves, take a seat" He looked up at her, and her eyes sparkled, she hadn't seen that smile in so long it made her heart race. Walking around to him she slide onto the bed next to him, only a dozen inches away, and passed him the coffee with her right hand. He managed to take it without any contact between the two, and then cradled it in his hands, absorbing the heat. Mary Jane sat looking at the wall only a few feet in front of them, almost too nervous to move. She had gone from wishing to see him to being sat at arms length, close enough to smell him, to hear his breathing, and rather unfortunately to be able to sense his indecision.

"So, long time no see" Peter said, she could have easily mistaken Peter as talking to himself, but it was a deliberate ploy, like asking for a reason why, an excuse for what she had done to him to cause this rift.

"Yea… I'm sorry Peter, I really am, you didn't give me chance to explain" Mary Jane had been over the explanation to give him millions of times, every detail gone over, every finite angle explored so that he could see why he was the only man for her, how all these months had been torturous. It was now time to give him the information he hadn't had when he decided to disappear that night outside the café.

"I don't want you to explain" Peter said firmly, sipping his drink, "You had your reasons, but why didn't you tell Aunt May why you're really here?"

"What?" Mary Jane was taken aback by his sudden very monotone offensive, there was no hint of anger in his voice; it felt like she was being interrogated.

"I know John is downstairs somewhere, and there was no way you could know I was in here, so why didn't you tell Aunt May you were looking for him, not me" Peter was trying his best not to show any emotion, staring coldly into his coffee, sipping it to calm his burning stomach.

"I wasn't looking for John, I had just come from him when I met Aunt May, I was leaving until she told me you were here" Mary Jane's voice was quickly becoming shaky, she could tell he was dying to just let go, but he wouldn't, Peter had never been like that, no matter how much she almost wished he would go berserk for a change.

"Why aren't you staying with him?" Peter couldn't control the jealousy that laced this question.

"I felt awkward with his girlfriend already there" Mary Jane's hand tightened around her cup, and Peter for the first time since she had sat down actually turned to look at her"

"We're over Peter, we have been for a long time, I just didn't have the guts to tell him until I just found out that he has been cheating on me" The words 'cheating on me' somehow didn't fit right, they usually had connotations of hurt, but it was almost a relief to find John with another woman, as if the burden had been taken from her and passed on to another.

"I'm sorry MJ, I don't mean to be bitter" Hearing this Peter suddenly felt compassion replace his previous uncertainty towards the girl next to him. "Are you okay?" he asked putting his hand on her shoulder. Mary Jane felt the warmth of his hand on her, a touch she had only been able to dream of whilst lying next to John, she met his worried eyes with her own, hoping to god that he would never desert her again.

15 Minutes earlier…

Mary Jane had finally found a way into the hospital, through a back door which she assumed was a fire exit, only to find that she had no Idea where John was, at least not until she heard everybody talking about him as soon as she entered a busy corridor in the east wing. It was almost impossible to be able to walk past a doorway without hearing about how John is a hero, or how it's so awful he's been injured, which obviously it was but not one person seemed to know where he was. Turning a corner at the end of the 3rd corridor she had been down, MJ found a small group of people all around one doorway, two security guards keeping them from entering. This had to be John's room.

Finding her way through the nurses and randomly assorted on lookers and autograph hunters Mary Jane found herself at the front of the assortment, she could see John in a bed with his family around him, and was noticed by John's father, his face was a mix of shock and concern, and his looking at Mary Jane was quickly noticed by his wife, whom turned to see her son's girlfriend. She beckoned her in, and in the guards let her into john's room, the envy of the countless onlookers.

"Mary Jane, I'm glad you could make it here eventually" scoffed John's mother, before Mary Jane noticed that dark haired girl opposite her clutching to John's hand, her first thought was sister, but then realised John was not eastern in any way like this girl, and that John didn't have any siblings. His mother was relishing in Mary Jane's dumbfounded stare.

"Mary Jane, I would like you to meet Alexandra, John's fiancée" The words dripped with venom, but the girls whom were being introduced never met eyes, as Mary Jane was walking back out of the door after seeing the look on John's face, admittance, but without a hint of regret. This wasn't painful because she had lost him, more so because John's bitch of a mother had beaten Mary Jane to the punch in finally cutting off their relationship.

Peters hand lingered on Mary Jane's shoulder, she still hadn't replied to his asking of her condition.

"I'm fine Pete, honest. I, I just don't want it to happen again" she sighed slightly, nervously after she had realised she had though out loud the last part of her late reply.

"You don't want what to happen again?" Peter asked softly, she must mean a guy cheating on her, john the scumbag.

"I don't want you to leave me again; I don't want you to forget me"

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